Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Can,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.